#spilled poem

[callherwylder]

I’ve found a quiet kind of peace.

Not chasing, not missing.

The noise is quieter,

The weight feels less,

And for once,

my heart is full.

[wingsandfeather]

Time to gather the rubble and rebuild ✨🦋

[zainabelmeziani]

- Zaïnab El Meziani

[miaveryobsessive]

i’ve changed. i smoke in the same field i use to play in. this used to be my dream, but it feels more like a curse.

[hersurvival]

We've been all whispers,

Hushed cries and apologies.

And I'm scared

That I'm not enough

And never will learn how to be.

That I won't be able to make you feel

The love you deserve.

Though I watch you as you breathe

And think, "how precious, how special."

I'm scared you'll always feel

Insignificant

When you mean so much to me.

[poeticlumineer]

I Wish

I wish we would’ve met as little kids

When I was much softer

You would’ve loved the young me

Before they all reduced me to tears

Hardened me until I became a monster

Hopeless romantic

Left a sour taste in my mouth

Searching for the words

That will finally heal my aching heart

And soothe my broken mind

While reviving my rotten soul

But I haven’t found the combination yet

I pray to the ether

That I find them someday

Before it’s too late

[aureumaze]

keep counting,

seven to eleven.

hours to months,

and say your prayers,

make a wish.

till the angels

give up their wings.

and my angels

run out of anything.

—a.m.

[golden-letters]

bitch this is all you’re gonna get. this life, this face, this body. you better not ‘maybe in another universe’ your way out of everything. sit your ass down and face this. go make tea and have a picnic and read a goddamn book. kiss your loved ones, send that damn text, and hug your siblings. this is all you’re gonna get.

[bebx]

[words-at-night]

[loveelizabeths]

love elizabeth s.

[fairydrowning]

– Noor Unnahar, Instagram account "noor_unnahar"

[TEXT ID: / [Lemons] / My father's mother loved lemons. Years after her passing, / we run out of everything, but never / lemons. / Nothing else shelters grief / better than memory. / It's my father way of saying, / even in your absence, you will be / cared by me. / END ID]

[bebs-art-gallery]

Dear Desolation by Eliran Kantor † Love of the Wolf by Hélène Cixous

[soultied-z]

i wish i knew how to love myself the way i love others

[leto-wriggt]

I try to make something beautiful of my pain, but sometimes I just have to sit with it. Sometimes all you can do is sit with it.